Jul 26, 2006 22:29
possibility rains on my world like a storm
leaving delicate flowers drenched and dripping with answers to lost questions
while utter exhaustion eats away at my thriving interests
i ponder the shapes in the shadows of past influence
i know why the rose has thorns
dropping heavy lids to awaken a soft, fuzzy self
i breathe in every beauty that tickles my soul
the moment is at my heels
forcing me to move faster than practicality
round and round this wheel
up and down these steps
never more than enough to keep me going
always showing me secrets to uncover more secrets
i must not forget this image of completion
this taste of freedom
this feeling of transcendance
i blend in with the wall
swollowed by the grass
kissed by the sky